home again, home again, jiggity jig

[_willferrell]

*pull the Aston-Martin in the garage, grab my bags and Jack's toothbrush, kick the door open, avoid him hitting the back of my head*

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ow. *rubs nose*

*hangs from your shoulder, pointedly does not look at your arse*

I hate you.

[_willferrell]

*bounces up and down on my feet in an exaggerated manner, slap your ass soundly, then deposit you on the sofa, a bit ungracefully*

Do not.

[tropnevad]

oomph!

I'm not getting into a five year old pissing contest with you. You can believe me or not.

[_willferrell]

*walks back over to the couch with two bottles of water, hands you one*

It's called being "silly." Surely you've figured out by now that I have a tendency to do that.

*sits down next to you, toes off shoes, props them up on coffee table, sighs in relief*

Or am I going to have to tell you about it in song? *eyes you speculatively*

[tropnevad]

*takes bottle, drinks down several large gulps thankfully* burp

Well that depends.

Am I going to have to pretend I'm impressed?

[_willferrell]

* is impressed that you can burp from water*

Oh, you'll be impressed, all right.

On the boats and on the trains! They're coming to America!

*grabs your bottle and uses it as a mike, leans forward into your personal space, a bit too close*

TODAY!
TODAY!

*leans forward until you are forced back onto the arm of the couch, kiss your nose, sit back* Wanna watch TV? Eat? I am at your service, Jack.

[tropnevad]

. . .

[tropnevad]

*sits up. takes your legs and hoists them on the couch. throw a comforter on you*

*stands*

My turn.

[_willferrell]

Uh.....

[tropnevad]

Oh surely it's not that difficult!

[_willferrell]

No, I just...

what does that mean? I'm sorry about not seeing that shark, but we didn't get hurt or anything.

[tropnevad]

*sighs*

*sits down on the edge of the couch and leans over*

*kisses* It means just what it means. my turn.

[_willferrell]

*melts*

Oh. Mmmmm.

*wiggles into the sofa to get comfy*

[tropnevad]

*tucks you in*

*stands back* So what shall I get you, sir? An ice cream, perhaps? A drink?

Mr. Huggy-Love?

[_willferrell]

*eyes brighten, followed by face*

*mumbles:* No. He's okay. I. I'M okay.

my legs are a little achey....

[tropnevad]

You're legs are achey? Oh you poor dear.

Tell me where.